Defiled Seduce Night

by Marie Cisneros

  In their bed, he waited. His hands stretched behind his head, eyes searching the dim coolness of the room, as if he’d see her somewhere in the shadows that played in the corner. Somewhere outside, he heard an old woman’s laughter, full of knowing mirth. Once in the room, she quickly pulled her clothes off, dropping them where they fell. She got the water glasses and the white plastic ice bucket and filled them with water. Pulling the bed table to face the bed, she sat on the bed, one leg straddling each side of the table and quickly began to sketch. Sketching each large sheet, revealing his body to her, charcoal in her fingers, switching to soft lead for watercolors.

  His hands emerged as he lay on the bed, feeling pencils softly rubbing and her fingers. He held very still, his hands folded over his chest, fingers laced. He focused his attention on his hands, stroking the sides of her breasts in his mind, “Let’s see if she feels this,” deeply chuckling the words to no one in particular, knowing somehow that she did feel it. As the stroking on the backs of his hands slowed, he whispered, “don’t stop, wench,” closing his eyes again.

  Tipping his back, he felt her at his throat, totally trusting as she created contours and hollows. She’d stopped using the pencils, rubbing the charcoal over her fingers, creating their connection with fingers blackened, in sure movements, his body vivid in her mind. Their sensuality deepened into eroticism, each naked, miles apart and utterly together, the aroused and the arouser interchangeable.

  As she worked, she felt his hands stroking her back with all the love and slow gentleness she knew he felt, but struggled to say. Tension and their argument forgotten by both as they reached out to soothe and comfort, excite and tease. Breathing quickened as she suddenly got a fresh sheet of paper and began to mix paints, creating a palette of colors that matched his swarthy skin, darker for shades and shadows.

  In stark contrast to the white paper, her paintbrush created the image of his thighs. He gasped as she used the thick sable wash brush, slowly tracing the inside of his thighs, fingers splayed, not daring to breathe as the detail brush created shadows between his legs, going over his thighs, high up, near his balls with a dark sienna brown; the pleasure he felt was exquisite, painfully stiff as he was. He pictured her nakedness before him as he loved to have her, lying on the bed, his head between her thighs. With single-minded determination, he saw her, legs spread, her pussy swollen, lips parted enough to see her glisten, reddened, warm flesh that was his secret to enjoy. With his tongue, he licked her slowly, tracing up the length of her slit, sucking at her inner labia before continuing up to leisurely lap at her clit, feeling it stiffen, sucking at it, the small budding tip moving beneath his tongue in response.

  With a cry, she felt his mouth, her breathing coming in staccato gasps. She fought to keep her eyes open, wanting to fall back on the bed as she felt his fingers spreading her open to enjoy. Dipping the brush into pools of watercolors with trembling fingers, she began with a fresh sheet of paper, long brushstrokes creating and lapping at him simultaneously, his cock turgid, the soft sable wetly painting his shape, his size, the veins and dips, the shadow beneath his head. She took the small detail brush and darkened the ridge between his head and shaft slowly, surely, knowing he felt it.

  The brushes were an agony for him, and he renewed his tongue movements, holding her open and taut, his thumb pushing her clitoral hood back to suck her clit into his mouth. Raising his head briefly, feeling his balls tightening beneath the soft pressure of her paintbrush, he growled, “go where you want, you can’t change the fact that you’re min.” before lowering his head again to her twat with a new onslaught on her clit, beginning to thrust his fingers in and out of her, curling his fingertips to rub against her G-spot.

  A red haze filled her being, and she knew she’d cum soon. Dipping her fingers in a soft pink wash, with her other hand gathering her juices a bit at a time, mixing slick pussy juices into the paint with her fingers. Stroking them over his cock on the paper, creating a third dimension, her mind wrapping her hand around his cock with fragrant, slightly salty and slightly sweet nectar-thickened paint.

  At the feel of her fingers, instead of her paintbrush, he began to involuntarily buck his hips up, pulling her up to him, forcing her over his hips, hands guiding his aching cock inside her pussy with a low noise at the back of his throat. Her paint and charcoal covered fingers splayed on his chest to balance herself as he held her by the hips, pulling her hard onto his cock, howling as she clenched against him, squeezing hard with the muscles she held him fast inside her. He howled, the quintessential beast, as she clenched against him, squeezing hard around him, thrusting hard and evenly, impaled on his cock.

  They toppled over the edge together, cumming long and hard, miles apart and inseparable, howls and groans interchangeable. In the midst of their orgasms, he grabbed her hands and she felt her fingers interlace with his. Spent, she fell on the bed and he began to emerge from the other side of intensity, each taking in great gulps of air.

  Coming back awareness, each suddenly knew the ache of loneliness that they felt whenever they were apart, punctuated by deep, resonant sighs as their yearning for each other again began to build and resonate toward the other. With the remainder of her strength, she tried to tell him, “I’m on my way back, baby.” Simultaneously, knowing her as he did, he tried to tell her to sleep, rest before coming home. As they each fell asleep, aching for the other, neither heard the other’s message, yet they both knew they’d said it, sent unerringly across the miles. And somewhere, an old woman laughed in delight.

  The End.

  First Time With A New Lover

  I was at a convention and could not stop thinking about him, my to-be lover. Instead of concentrating on the subject matter, my thoughts kept straying to him and his words, his kisses, his touch... During a break, I spent it huddled in a corner on the phone with him, discussing our first tryst! At this point, we had made out in his car, but had not hit phase #3 (all players should know what each phase entails… so he told me).

  When he suggested hijacking me from the convention for a few hours, I was more than ready... however, I wasn't prepared! I had packed for a convention, not a sexy night out! It was terrifying, however he assured me it didn't matter. So I took a deep breath and we arranged when he'd pick me up.

  My convention buddy walked out with me, and we assured the organizers we were merely taking a short stroll, enjoying the night breeze... *laughs* We chatted for a while, but I was so nervous I cannot remember what we talked about! I recall looking out fervently for his car, wondering if we were early (I don't wear a watch) or he was late.

  And his red RX-8 pulled right up behind us! My buddy laughed at my excitement and bid me farewell. She thought we were merely going for supper *evil grin* I slid into the low seat, pulled the door closed and we drove off...

  I had no idea where we were going, but even then, I trusted him implicitly and we chatted about the ongoing convention and how I was dealing with it, what I was learning from it. He parked in a dim street and we walked through past an alleyway into a side door into the hotel. The room wouldn't be ready for a while, so we left for a drink and more talk.

  We talked a lot.

  We settled in with a drink each to fulfil the 'supper' we were out to have. Time flew by as we shared stories, still reminiscing as we walked back to the hotel.

  Our room was ready and next thing I know, we were there! The door was closed and that was it. This was the first time that he was going to see me nude... oh my goodness, my scars and stretch-marks and tummy and eeeeeek I was a bundle of nerves!

  We kissed and slowly undressed one another. The pauses in between to hang up our clothes helped dissipate my nerves. Honestly, I do not remember the details of our first time. What I remember is the uncertainty of what he would like or not like. My self consciousness.

  I was so wet with anticipation. When he entered me I was like "Oh my god this is so fucking good". When he started thrusting into me I starti
ng orgasming... and didn't quite stop as he is quite the machine! I was awfully passive. He made the moves, shifted our bodies, brought me to heaven many many many times.

  He had a short break (well, I hadn't quite done anything!) and I decided it was time for me to do something! I bent over him and started to give him some head, but he was sore, so asked me to stop. Though I'd take this chance to ask if he was actually with one of his numerous girlfriends? *grin* (The ongoing joke is how many gazillion girlfriends he has... my number is in the 7 digits???)

  So I took the chance to just lie down on the bed and admire his body. I know, I was very passive. I just didn't know what to do. I just stretched out on the bed. Then I had to go as it was already very late, so we washed up and dressed.

  I was quiet during the ride back. I wasn't quite sure how it was for him. And I didn't know how to ask!

  I know that it had been a very good first time for me. I had thought that perhaps I was stiff or worse, frigid. I had what I thought was good sex with my ex and I wasn't sure how I would be with another lover. Yet, this was really really good... All the more since we have barely gotten started!

  We kissed goodbye in his car and I ran up to my room. My buddy was asleep and I managed to not wake her up. He messaged me to tell me that he had a good time (*whew*) and after a bit of messaging back and forth (he had no complaints, seriously. *whew again*) (Yes, I still have these messages!) I finally managed to fall asleep with a smile on my face.

  The Bike Ride

  He was fifteen minutes late she thought to herself as she looked at her watch. All I want to do is go home and relax, where is he? I'll give him five more minutes and then I am calling cab. Just then a motorcycle pulls into the parking lot. Nice bike, maybe I'll ask him for a ride home she thought.

  The man on the bike pulls up in front of her, stops, grabs an extra helmet from behind him and hands it to her. She instinctively reaches for the helmet, pauses in midair, shakes her head and says,

  "Sorry! I am waiting for my man."

  "It's me babe! Hop on! Let's go!"

  She puts the helmet on, hikes up her skirt, straddles the bike behind him and wraps her arms around him. With out a word to her he pulls out of the parking lot and begins driving. They get onto to the highway; well they were definitely not headed home she thought. She hugs him tightly, he pats her hand, and she rests her head against his back to enjoy the ride.

  She squirms in her seat, the vibration of the bike starting to get to her. She very slowly starts to rub her hands over his chest, his abdomen, his thighs, and occasionally his crotch. The city is now behind them, they are up in the mountains. The road is not as smoothly paved and with each bump tiny shock waves of pleasure course through her body. I hope he pulls over soon; I can't take much more of this she thinks.

  As if reading her mind, he turns off the main road and heads down a heavily wooded lane. As they near the end of the lane, she notices a small lake up ahead and the area seems completely deserted. He stops in a copse of trees, takes off his helmet, reaches behind him, grabs her, and moves her so now she is in front of him straddling the bike. He gingerly removes her helmet, caresses her cheek, runs his fingers through her hair, and then pulls her gently towards him. He kisses her deeply, passionately. She wraps her arms around him just as he wraps his arms around her.

  He continues to kiss her as his hands worshipfully travels over her back, her sides. He begins to deftly undo the buttons on her blouse as her hands wonder lovingly over his chest. He cups her breast and tenderly squeezes. He slides his hand into her bra and frees her breast, then the other. He gazes at them like a man starving would stare at a buffet. He lowers his head to her breasts and begins to suck, lick, and nip at them lightly. She moans and her hands wonder further south, rubbing against his crotch. She begins to undo his jeans, freeing his hard and thick throbbing cock from its confines. She lightly runs her fingers up and down the length of his cock, stopping occasionally to rub her thumb over the head, smearing his pre-cum over it.

  His hand skims down her leg and slowly makes its way back up under her skirt. She's wearing the panties that tie on the side; that's my girl he thought to himself. He unties her panties and she feels the cool air caress her hot wet pussy. She moans. He runs his finger over her pussy, touching everywhere but where she really wants to be touched. She whimpers softly in expectation each time he comes close to touching her clit. He looks up into her eyes and she says, 'please.' He gently pinches her clit and slides a finger deep inside of her. Her pussy clinches around his finger, trying to trap him deep within her folds. He slowly pulls it out till it is almost all the way out and adds another finger as he enters again. She moans loudly. He begins to finger-fuck her vigorously all the while sucking, licking, and nipping at her nipples. She can feel the vibration of the bike underneath her ass as shock waves of pleasure begin to course through her body. He feels her pussy clenching his fingers as he continues to thrust them in and out of her, rubbing her clit with his thumb with each upward stroke. He knows that she is on the verge; he looks up into her eyes, and tells her to come.

  She whimpers softly and comes on his fingers. He grabs her by the waist, tells her to place her feet on his thighs and to hold herself up with the handle bars. He moves his hands to her ass and lifts her pussy up to his face, licking up her all of her pussy juices. He begins to fuck her with his tongue, his goatee rubbing against her naked flesh. She shudders as another orgasm rocks her body.

  "I need to feel you inside of me."

  He lowers her back down and she lovingly grabs his cock and guides him to her entrance. She slowly lowers herself down onto him just as his tongue thrusts into her mouth. She can taste her juices; she moans in the back of throat as she completely impales herself on his hard throbbing cock. He kisses her neck and whispers into her ear, "That's it baby, fuck me."

  With one hand supporting her back and the other playing havoc with her breasts he continues talking to her; pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She continues to rises up and down on him; her hands on his shoulders supporting herself. Enjoying each shock of pleasure that courses through her body. She moans and tells him she is getting close. He lowers his mouth to one of her nipples and nips it lightly. He grabs her hips and lifts her up off of him. She moans with disappointment. He lightly smacks her ass, tells her to turn around. She complies with all haste as he plays with her pussy.

  She places her feet on the running boards, and presents him with her ass. He grabs her hips, bringing her wet pussy into contact with his throbbing cock. He positions himself at her entrance and thrusts just the tip of his cock inside of her.

  "Is this what you want babe?"

  She moans in answer; he thrusts a little deeper and pulls out so just the tip of his cock is inside her pulsing pussy. Holding her by the hips so she can not move, he says,

  "Tell me what you want babe."

  "You! I want you!"

  "You have me babe. Tell me what you want me to do to you." As he slides just a little bit deeper inside of her.

  "I want you to fuck me."

  "Ask me nicely." Pulling himself almost completely out of her once again. She moans in frustration.

  "Would you please fuck me?"

  He slams deeply into her, filling her completely once again. Her body shudders in relief. She begins to thrust her hips back towards him, meeting him thrust for thrust. With each thrust, her nipples graze the handle bars, she grabs the throttle, turns it to rev up the engine, feeling the vibration of the bike on her nipples. He reaches around with one hand and begins to play with her clit, alternating between rubbing it and gently pinching it. He knows that she is close because he can feel her pussy begin to quiver. "That's my girl, come for me." Harder and faster he thrusts into her. They both explode together; he pours his cum deep inside of her as her body quakes with pleasure.

  After a few moments, he pulls out of her she moans in disappointment and turns around. He kisses her sweetly and
says, "Let's go home."

  Icedream

  Neapolitan is the first word that comes to mind. The chocolate of my skin, the shocking pink of my tongue, and the suggestively creamy white of the vanilla ice cream. No more than two seconds, really – but it's already got you hard, thinking of what else is pink and brown and likely to be spread with cream.

  My sundress is unremarkable – you've seen a hundred like it this summer, especially this summer, with it being so hot and humid. You enjoy it, in fact: summertime in the south, with all the girls sweet as different flavors of candy with their shorts and little tops and sundresses that even the wind wants to get under for a few warm seconds. Knees exposed, thighs, sleek calves…you're a breast man, but damn if summertime isn't your favorite time of year, with all the bare flesh around, just ripe for the looking.